Don Juan 07-01 ~ 05
  
 
Don Juan 07-01
Canto the Seventh
 
     I
O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly
     Around us ever, rarely to alight?
There's not a meteor in the polar sky
     Of such transcendent and more fleeting flight.
Chill, and chain'd to cold earth, we lift on high
     Our eyes in search of either lovely light;
A thousand and a thousand colours they
Assume, then leave us on our freezing way.
 
 
Don Juan 07-02
Canto the Seventh
 
     II
And such as they are, such my present tale is,
     A non-descript and ever-varying rhyme,
A versified Aurora Borealis,
     Which flashes o'er a waste and icy clime.
When we know what all are, we must bewail us,
     But ne'ertheless I hope it is no crime
To laugh at all things -- for I wish to know
What, after all, are all things -- but a show?
 
 
Don Juan 07-03
Canto the Seventh
 
     III
They accuse me -- Me -- the present writer of
     The present poem -- of -- I know not what --
A tendency to under-rate and scoff
     At human power and virtue, and all that;
And this they say in language rather rough.
     Good God! I wonder what they would be at!
I say no more than hath been said in Dante's
Verse, and by Solomon and by Cervantes;
  

Don Juan 07-04
Canto the Seventh
   
     IV
By Swift, by Machiavel, by Rochefoucault,
     By Fenelon, by Luther, and by Plato;
By Tillotson, and Wesley, and Rousseau,
     Who knew this life was not worth a potato.
'T is not their fault, nor mine, if this be so --
     For my part, I pretend not to be Cato,
Nor even Diogenes. -- We live and die,
But which is best, you know no more than I.
 
 
Don Juan 07-05
Canto the Seventh
 
     V
Socrates said, our only knowledge was
     "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant
Science enough, which levels to an ass
     Each man of wisdom, future, past, or present.
Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas!
     Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,
That he himself felt only "like a youth
Picking up shells by the great ocean -- Truth."
 
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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